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@usedhearts liked for a starter from KITTY !!

By the time Vox arrives in his office, Kitty is already there.

She’s perched on the edge of his desk like it’s her designated space, her legs crossed neatly with one heel bouncing in a quiet, restless rhythm as she scrolls through a slim blue screen balanced across her knee. The glow reflects faintly in her sapphire eyes, lines of encrypted data shifting beneath her manicured fingertip. Whatever’s on it is locked down tight, layered behind passwords, biometrics, and VoxTek-grade safeguards. No one else was allowed to look at this besides her. . . and him, of course.

The mouse does not look up right away at his entrance.

❛ You’re going to want to reroute Sector 6 of the Pentagram before the next broadcast cycle, ❜ Kitty mutters smoothly, in a light, manner of fact way.

Only then does her gaze lift to him, ears angling forward as if tuning in. With a small flick of her wrist, the screen projects a narrow slice of data above the desk; signal voids, interference patterns, timestamps clipped and laid out . . . and then freezes there, waiting.

❛ Something’s been chewing at your coverage in the lower Pentagram, sir, ❜ she continues, voice calm. Her tail gives a subtle, pleased twitch as she taps the screen once, locking the projection back down. Kitty pivots herself head on to look to her employer and raises her shoulders, as if to suggest it to be less serious than it is.

❛ Whoever’s responsible thinks they’re being careful, ❜ she says, eyes flicking briefly back to her screen. ❛ They’re not. ❜

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❛ ...We don't need to practice anymore, okay? The set is good as is.❜ She collapses into a nearby chair, eyes sagging tiredly.

Normally, she's a classic workaholic perfectionist. This time? The mouse has the energy drained right out of her. She's beat. ❛ Why are you so pressed about it? It's gonna be fine, Timon.❜

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Bare feet slip along the smooth stage flooring as the mouse darts behind a curtain to round down the stairs. Her form is slight and she practically moves in a blur of white. In the moments on stage, she always feels hot. The burn of her thighs and legs during a routine, and the adrenaline from performing ran through her like the fuse of a bomb. But, at the end of it all, she was always, without fail, absolutely freezing whenever a set was over with. She left the stage with a playful smirk and a flick of her whip-like tail before the cold hit her like a brisk wind.

She sees her silken robe hanging near the steps that lead to the ground floor and Kitty grabs for it, quickly wrapping herself up to provide some cover. This place seemed nice-- one of the better places she's ever performed at. It was a good reminder that her talents were appreciated in other places... and that she could make a much better check on this side of town.

White hands tightly knot her robe at her waist and she peeks around a corner, peering to the club floor and scanning for the bar. It seemed like a straight shot. To the bar, grab a drink, relax in some quiet back hallway, unbothered.... It's a plan she's gotten very good at executing. Whenever she finished a set, she treated herself to a beverage and allowed herself to decompress while she nursed it.

This should be fine.

So she moves quickly and quietly, darting onto the bar floor and making use of her petite frame to slip past people in the darkened space. As good as she is at gaining attention, Kitty also thrived in hiding when she needed to.

Upon her arrival at the bar, the mouse smiles warmly and leans confidently onto the counter. Her feet are placed on the bottom rungs of a bar stool just so she can keep herself raised enough off the ground to be seen. Her voice is slightly hoarse from the strenuous effort of both singing and dancing but she still sounds as breathy and sweet as ever. She flutters her fingers, attempting to get a tender's attention.

❛ Vodka spritzer? Please. ❜

#wolfpackmuses #kitty | thread .#kitty | ic .#OKAY. so. i couldn't decide who to write it for specfically #but i figured based off our conversation that it could work for either of your boys #so i'm going off of whoever YOU feel the loudest #hope this is okay!!!!#have a mouse trying to score liquor while half clothed #also i am so sorry this is like forever long #i got rambly

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The fact she had raised an eyebrow out of, what seemed to be, amusement made Steele second guess himself if that sort of comment had been the right thing to say to her. He felt like if there had been anything wrong, she'd tell him, but he had felt like it had been a nice comment, more than anything. Not that he would have known she had such an upbringing during her youth, but Steele seemed to almost have the opposite of what Kitty had gone through. Going from an absolute goofball around people and having fun with others, only to slowly be turned and hardened more and more by the world he had chosen to enter fresh out of school. While him being in the spot he was now was a great opportunity for the hound, especially as it gave him the chance to own his own bar, he still wondered if getting involved with business dealings and becoming such a high-ranking officer within the company had been in his best interest. After all, it seemed he was constantly having to worry about shipments and making sure places got where they needed to go. For all purposes, it, well... Basically got rid of any "fun" he had from his younger years. But something about being around the mouse brought back part of his youth. When he was more relaxed and was able to take whatever was thrown his way and turn it into a positive. Something about being around her did that for him. He couldn't explain it, but it was comforting, it really was. Especially when she was able to roll with the punches right back his way.

❝I like to think I have my moments of being smart, but I think you and I both know that sort of thing can only do so much,❞ he chuckled softly and felt part of the fur on his neck stand on end as he felt her hand begin to move gently through the fur on his forearm. Did he stop her from doing it? Absolutely not. He wasn't about to get in her way if she wanted to do something so idly. I mean, c'mon... it was clear the hound enjoyed the feeling of her, even if he was not one who was saying it outright. That was something he had considered speaking his mind about to her, but he was still holding himself back to try and wait for the right time to mention something like that. While Steele had, theoretically, found moments he could have said something, there was always a part of him that held him back. He didn't know what it was for sure, but he had a feeling it was likely because he still didn't know if the two of them were comfortable enough to go that route. Sure, the hound might have been a brute every now and again... but that didn't mean he lost his manners at any point. His gaze stays locked onto her for a moment, watching as her eyes flick down before his blue eyes met her own gorgeous gaze. Her comment did make him laugh softly as he shook his head from side to side. ❝You're not wrong about that... I've always wondered if that's something that you should keep up doing instead of just finding someone to take you on to start a singing career,❞ he replied after a few moments of shaking his head in amusement, ❝I don't doubt what you do pays well. But I would always love to see you try somethin' else out as well. What that may be? I'm not sure, but... I'm sure dressing scantily could be saved for other times with someone more intimate if you catch my meaning.❞ Was he trying to flirt ever so gently? Maybe. Maybe he was. Was he about to make it obvious? Not really. Or, well, not yet, anyway. He had some tricks up his sleeve he could pull in that regard anyway...

The idea that Kitty could be doing something other than her current gigs was always one she played with. After all, she had been bred for artistry. Ballet had been her love once, still was if she were to answer honestly. Ballet had structure, order and the tagging of being an approved form of expression. If her mother saw what she did now, Kitty would be thrice over disowned, she is certain.

That mental image brings another humored smile to her lips. Her nails continue to delicately plate over his arm. They twirl in dizzying, slow ministrations, inching up closer to his elbow before slipping all the way back down to his wrist. The mouse hums and stops her fingers there, playing at the butt of his palm now instead.

❛ Just singing? Mmm. Maybe. It is not as lucrative, though. ❜ Finally, she frees Steele from her slinking and tracing, returning her hands to herself as her arms cross beneath her so she may have a place to rest at the table. She's going to take a small chance, perhaps be a little more forthcoming.

Which is not something she often does. But... she likes their conversations. Besides, the whole 'mystery' aspect could only go so far for her.

❛ I could have been a pretty, dainty, little ballerina, you know. I was very good,❜ she muses. Until she had shattered her knee, that is. ❛ But then I wouldn't get to meet as interesting people. ❜ Like him, she means. Kitty smirks up at the other, holding her head up in a manner to appear more poised -- mockingly so.

❛ I was under the impression people LIKED what I do. It certainly has worked for your business, hasn't it? ❜ A challenge, albeit a playful one. Kitty wouldn't reconsider her entire career for one person, not at this point in her life anyway. Sure, it wasn't as 'classy' as what she was capable of. But it was still freeing and nurtured that starving feeling for creativity and attention she craved.